Ink remembers. Ink hungers. Ink obeys.
When apprentice scribe Mote is sent across the shires to deliver a vial of rare ink, he expects nothing more than long roads and longer silences. But when he arrives to find the High Scribe dead, the ink becomes a burden he never meant to carry. One slip of a bone quill drives a drop beneath his skin, and the change begins.
At first, it feels like luck. A wish answered too neatly. A door that yields when it shouldn't. But with every new line of ink carved into his flesh, Mote discovers the truth behind the old fireside tales: this ink was never meant for paper.
Hunted by guild scribes, shadowed by those who recognise the mark blooming beneath his sleeves, and guided only by half-remembered stories of a trickster spirit, Mote must walk the thin line between quiet wants and dangerous power. Every new mark sharpens the magic-and erodes a little more of the boy he used to be.
When the ink offers him what he desires most, Aren must choose whether to stop before it consumes him, or write a fate he cannot erase.
Perfect for readers who love:
- Quiet, atmospheric magic
- Road-worn heroes and long journeys
- Folklore, whispered myths, and dangerous bargains
- Character-driven fantasy in the style of Rothfuss and Hobb
The first mark is a blessing.
Every mark after that is a bargain.